Inktober, 2020
Inktober, drawtober, draw every daytober. 31 ink/copic drawings and that... was slightly exhausting! Oi. But... after a weird fn year, twas a needed dive into my own little bubble of art, music and podcasts. :) I've collected all of the drawings in here as well as the misc musings I attached to each. While the prompts inspire an idea and thumbnails, I found that in the process of finishing each one, often a story would form in my head. I've never done much writing, so these little blips of prose and poetry were fun to write. They're mostly... pretty silly. Thanks for looking, hope you see a couple that you like. :)
Almost ran out of room on my dining table! The drawings are all @ 5"x7" on 8x10 Strathmore 400 paper with Neutral Grey Copic Markers. I was tempted to try doing the month digitally, but I'm happy I didn't. :)
1. Isle.
Day one, drawing number one. Took a second to get comfortable with the Inktober rabbit hole I was climbing into! Felt pretty rusty as I unfortunately hadn't spent much time drawing since the previous year... but that was about to change. :)
2. Wind.
Round two of round two... didn't like my first attempt so I gave it another try. Ultimately this was the only one that I did two for due to... time. :P
3. Edge.
Upon the ridge with a harvest moon, the fire sprite flickers and soon shall bloom.
4. Bard.
He can not sing with mouth or tongue, but play a tune he can. Upon the strings he strums his song for any child, woman or man.
5. Flood.
They built a dam that flooded her town and sunk the graveyards in May. Within days the ground swelled, yet nobody yelled, as the bodies all floated away.
6. Slouch.
Perhaps my least favorite of the bunch. He looks about how I felt when I finished it... just gonna go hide and fiddle my ball. Hey now, if you look closely there’s a ball on the floor. :p
7. Ravine.
When he climbed it was day and ready to play, yet now the sun sinks and he's stuck.
8. Navigator.
Nomadic gods traverse the dry canyons of the southern reach. The navigator is placed upon a sandstone outcropping and they await his guidance. Upon reflection, his hand is raised, pointing to the east.
9. Drown.
Looking out upon the sea,
its depths of inky blackness beckons she.
Yet locked within an age does pass,
for this wicked lonely putrid lass.
10. Wither.
Crawl into my mouth, child, so that I may consume you... your blood becometh my sap. Your memories forever my dreams.
11. Hang.
If you go I go.
12. Alone.
The silence breaks upon burning crackle,
no other sound to be heard.
Somewhere out there a distant cackle,
to me, please do not be lured.
13. Sneak.
Nothing to report here.
14. Serum.
Did you know... that the beak of a plague doctor’s mask was filled with aromatic items such as flowers, herbs or a vinegar sponge? They believed that bad smells got you sick, when this protective costume was designed in the 17th century.
15. Monolith.
For centuries, the stone monoliths of Xur stood as a reminder that long ago, an ancient people had a lot of time on their hands.
16. Scout.
The Ridge of a Hundred Plummets maintains its status as the highest point over the realm, while on its northern slope, offers those with an eagle’s eye a glimpse into the Cave of Forgotten Sorrow. Dare not look too closely, lest thee remember!
17. Stowaway.
One should not hide amongst the tools of thieves, rolling over the wet hills and rocked slowly to slumber. You may awake to find that you yourself have become such a tool, gripped by the neck and offered no quarter.
18. Teeter.
When the Wiggle falls, the teeth must chomp and the tongue shall fall as well.
A delicacy to be sure, their salivation pure, yet Wiggles rarely slip I’ve heard tell.
19. Down.
Lurking through the flickering shadows of a breezy summer’s eve, the hunter marks her prey.
In the forest of Yew, she knows what to do, when a troll does wander astray.
20. Mutant.
After descending for two days, their suspicions were confirmed as they entered the chamber.
Their capture was subsequently swift and consumption painfully slow, with any chance of escape impossible.
21. Overseer.
Upon his behemoth, patrol of the perimeter begins after lunch.
The lumbering rhythm, an aid to digestion, was effective thanks to a hunch.
Out of the gates, above the malodorous grates, he daydreams of what next he will munch.
22. Roswell.
Borp: Let’s visit Earth, spook the locals and cruise around the desert. Pick a night with meteors aplenty and just blend in.
Starmuncher: Those humans can’t agree on anything anyhow so its not like we’ll leave a lasting impression.
23. Shhh.
Footsteps fall upon branches nigh, his sword ready to poke out an eye.
Yet his prey is wary.
This forest is scary.
...and instincts yell ‘run away!’
So stay very still.
Make not a sound.
...and hope that he runs this way!
24. Clench.
It knows we’re here. All is lost.
We swallow fear, accept the cost.
Upon six deaths our ghosts will roam.
Empty breaths in a safer home.
25. Blocked
Behind that door is a sinister mage who rants and raves with a sinister rage. He’s lost his mind and cannot unwind
how he forgot the spell creating this bind. The guard was conjured to block the door. From vagabonds but not the Master of Lore!
26. Whisper
We’d like to recruit you is what he said. Deliver a message to the land of the dead. They’ll listen to you but us they ignore. Help us escape, please we implore. He knows who I am and what I can’t do. My father, the Reaper, won’t listen to you
27. Beacon.
Blood runs black in my mechanical shell.
Waiting for eons to get out of this hell.
A signal is heard and the eye is awaken.
Our time has now come.
We serve the Steel Maiden.
28. Crossroad.
At every intersection of path, road or tunnel
shall stand a sentinel Prime.
We know they are here.
They know of their crime.
Upon capture expect them to struggle.
29. Torment.
Corporeal no more yet here and true, glowing in beauty and peace.
They'll light the keys and fingers too, until my shimmer does cease.
30. Weary.
Within these halls
is the Chamber of Runes,
A collection of knowledge
for the kingdom of Drume.
Home to spells, encantations
and scrolls of great power,
that delight and inspire
or make enemies cower.
31. Mask.
Stranger A or Stranger B,
who would you
like me to be?
The sullen fool
with cryptic spite?
The hollow jester
who dies tonight?
Perhaps a smiling magic fairy,
my truth is sadly much too scary.